how is it still there but yet not the same anymore all at the same time. is this all it’s ever going to be? 

realising why i’m always angry

 

what if it was real? 

but what if it’s not? 

overthinking

I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant. 

wake up.

thank you for the confirmation. i should have known better, should have been smarter, wiser, more mature, seen what it is as it is. the writing was on the wall, i just didn’t want to see it - i see that now. 

it is what it is and no amount of delulu is ever going to change that. so stop daydreaming, stop fantasizing. just stop. 

i should have known better. i mean nothing. and therefore you will mean nothing. 

fuck female rage. what about female exhaustion? girls who have raged a year too long, souls weary from no one seeing or caring about this anger, mumbles of "it's not fair" through tears with only them to console themselves, where do i put this exhaustion anywhere but back in my bones again

She won’t beg or cry for help. She’ll sleep less, drink more caffeine & work more hours. Music will get louder; she will isolate from the world. She will fight her demons alone, so that no one can throw it in her face later.